Arks of Octava: The Scribbler Guardian by Lucian Bane

Author:Lucian Bane [Bane, Lucian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: k'12
Published: 2015-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Emerging from the bathroom, he listened. Following the low chatter to the kitchen he held onto the door jamb at entering.

“You’re done,” she called out. “I take it you had an invigorating shower. You look just fantastic.”

The exuberance in her tone was turned up high. For what? “Is there more than this for my top?”

“Wow Mr. Poe, you look different,” Kane called, sounding happy with whatever he was doing.

“I have a long sleeve to go over that. Figured you’d want to be comfortable inside. Would you like me to get it?”

“Yes. I don’t like so little clothes.”

“Right.” She cleared her throat. “I’ll go fetch it then.”

Poe made his way toward Kane. “What are you up to? Toss me a wave so I can find you.”

“Over here.” He waved his arm and Poe followed it.

“What are you doing?” Poe asked.

“Putting together my log cabin house!”

“Ah, nice.”

“I got a camera too, Mr. Poe!” he said excited.

“Really! That’s fantastic my boy.” Poe wasn’t really sure what that was in this realm. Once again, he kicked himself for not keeping up with the modernizations of this realm in Octava.

“Here you are, Mr. Poe.”

Poe turned at the soft voice of his Scribbler. He grabbed the fabric she pushed into his stomach and looked down at the shadow. Holding it up, he felt around for the openings.

“Oh give me that,” she whispered, yanking the fabric from him. “Put out your arm. Right arm.”

He did as she said, not wanting to make a fuss. The material slid over his arm until his hand emerged from the end.

“Other arm.” Poe reached for it. “More behind you. No… you’ll need to…” she directed his hand. “There.”

Poe swished his shoulders, adjusting the fit.

“Let me.” She pulled the material at the front and he grabbed her hands.

“I can.”

“Let. Me.” Her firm soft words warned of a fight and he released her hands, his heart and body erupting in those absurd reactions.

“Fine. I need to speak to you.”

“Fine.”

The burn of her hands could be felt through both the shirts. Quarks she was slow as volcanic lava. He bit his tongue on several annoyed expressions, not wanting to alert Kane to his problems.

“There.” She patted his chest with her hands and he stepped back. “Kane, do you mind if Mr. Poe and I have a private talk in the other room? Then you can show me how that camera works!”

“It’s a deal, mom.”

“Alright then.” Before Poe could say a word, she hooked her arm in his and led him out, none too slowly. When they were out of earshot, she whispered, “Did you hear that?”

“Yes, I did. Why is he calling you that?”

She gasped. “Don’t say it like I asked him to mister! He asked.”

“He asked?”

“Yes,” she nearly squealed in distress. “Just like this, ‘Miss Charlotte? Can I call you mom? I never had one and I always wanted one. It’s okay if you’re really not my mom, I just want to call you that because I like you and you’re just like a mom should be.

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